One afternoon the telephone was ringing. When I picked it up I heard a voice that I hadn't heard in over five years. It was my cousin Holly. After a bit of idle chit chat in which she included the information that she was pregnant with her second c***d she asked to meet some place for lunch. A time and place a place was agreed upon.
I arrived a little late at the restaurant. I spotted Holly already seated at a table. It was only when she sturggled to push herself up off the seat did I see how big she was. She was about six months along, she informed me. She a long peasent's skirt and a pale blue sleeveless blouse that seemed to tight and emphasized her swollen tits and belly. I hugged her carefully.
We ordered a light lunch. She had a salad and iced tea. I had chicken wrap sandwhich and a cola. Holly had a strange sad look on her face. As we finished our food she reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
"I think about you sometimes," she said.
I felt a slight twinge of discomfort. I had felt more than a little guilty about what had happened between us and felt that in some way I had contributed to many of the misfortunes that had befallen her over the years because of the "affair" we had. I couldn't forgive myself. She was so much younger than myself. I felt that I had robbed her of that special first sexual experience. I felt such shame and guilt and was perhaps the reason I avoided all f****y gatherings and why we have not seen one another in such a long time.
"I'm sorry," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"About what?" Holly asked, still squeezing my hand affectionately.
"What happened between us," I told her.
A wide smile suddenly illuminated her face.
"What do you think happened?"
I leaned slightly over the table so that neighboring tables would not overhear me. I was close to her now. Even with the added baby weight she was still a strikingly beautiful girl. Being half Italian on her father's side she inherited those dark features. Her round face is beautifully framed by a mass of dark curly hair.
"I think I ****d you," I whispered.
Holly launched herself back in her seat and let out loud laugh that drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant including the servers who momentarily froze in their tracks.
"You really believe that?" she asked, again holding my hand.
"Yes, I do."
"I feel I little sad that you said that. I have nothing but good memories about our time together," she said, her smile never faded.
"I feel like such an idiot."
"It's all right. I just wish you would have spoken to me earlier and we wouldn't have had this distance between us."
I paid the check and we left the restaurant. We decided to take a walk through a nearby park. We walked hand in hand in a slowl leisurely lovers' stride. Once again the talk was casual.
"I've really gotta pee," Holly said.
We were in a rather dense section of the park and looked like there was not a restroom anywhere in sight. She was tugging insistantly on my hand. We walked off into the woods for several feet and located an appropriately thick trunked elm tree for her to relieve herself without any prying eyes.
"Don't you want to watch me? You liked to watch me pee when we were young," she said.
"Are you kinding?"
Holly shool her head and reached under her skirt and slipped down her panties which she handed to me. She gathered the lengthy dress up to display her sizeable belly. She squatted as far she she could, reaching out and held onto my arm to keep herself steady. Several minutes passed and no piss.
Holly looked over at me. Her expression was somewhat sad.
"He won't touch me," she said.
"Who won't touch you?"
"My husband. Ever since I started to really show he lost all sexual interest in me."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Holly."
"I just get so fucking horny sometime, ya know. I want to scream."
"Do you masturbate?"
"It is only a momentary solution. After I come I just feel as lonely as when I began. I miss the textures and smells of another person with me. Masturbation is not much of a replacement."
"No, I guess not."
"Would you do me a favor?"
"Of course. Anything."
"Tickle my pussy. It might stimulate the piss. I don't know why I can't go."
I reached my free hand back behind Holly and traced my finger down into the recess of her ass until I had located her cunt. The lips felt swollen and thick. I made my way to the clitoris and caressed it with a gentle circular motion. Holly exhaled a soft satisfied purr as the piss suddenly gushed out over my hand. From my current perspective I could see nothing but my visual sense painted the picture for me. It gushed copious until finally reduced to a fine trickle. She found some tissue in her purse and I wiped her clean.
"Fuck me, she said.
"One of my fondest memories was when you popped my cherry with that sweet cock. Some times when my husband is fucking me--when he fucked me-- I'd think about you and me. It was a truly lovely time."
Holly opened my pants with eager shaking hands and extracted my cock, tugging it gently to a full erection. She smiled fondly down at it. She turned around so that I was standing behind her. This would be the only possible way in which to penetrate her. I knelt down and sucked her pussy for a few minutes. The hair was thick and curly.
"It's been a while since I've been able to trim my bush. My appologies if it is a bit on the wild side," she said with a laugh.
"I love a thick nature bush. I don't care for it shaved bald," I said in between licks.
When her cunt appeared to be apporopriately lubed with my saliva I stood upright and slowly sank my cock into her neglected pussy. Holly clutched the tree bark and uttered a deep gutteral moan.
"Not too fast," she said."Make it last."
I continued to insert and withdraw the tip at regular intervals. Each time a sank my cock just a little bit more. I reached around and caressed her swollen belly. Before too long I was completely buried in her, pumping slowly at first but gradually increasing the rate. When I finally did come I did not bother to pull out. What was the point. I tried to wait until Holly came. When withdrew my cock I saw a steady stream of come running down the length of her leg and mingling with the clump of deaad leaves at the base of the tree. She turned around and wrung out a few more droplets of come out of me. I fingered her slippery pussy. When she came her legs threatened to buckle underneath her. I never realized sexual deprivation could be so potent when finally relieved.
We cleaned up and headed back across the road to where we had parked our cars. Before she left she gave me her phone number and told me to call her and we'd get together again soon. I obediently agreed and Holly kissed me good bye. I ould not help myself and squeezed her breast through her blouse.
"Don't get me started again,"
Holly and I continued to see each other a week before she finally gave birth. They had another girl whom they named Caroline after her mother who had passed away not too long ago.
I assumed that once the baby was born my role would be dimished. Who knows.